#rainbowsnippets: Last Dance #6

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Onward to another paragraph from one of my WIPs Last Dance: Watching Rocco, Joey is trying to get up the nerve to ask him to dance. But Joey sees the ghost of Donna Summer, which apparently heralds a seizure.

This is the last line from Last Dance #5: “Oh, honey,” said the bride, Viola. Blond and blue-eyed, we raised eyebrows when we told people we were brother and sister. Foster siblings.

I’m Afro-Asian (my rapper friend calls me “Double A”), and on the skinny side. Viola is third generation Irish-German, freckled and sturdy. After what we’d been through over the years, it was no surprise she’d become a cop. She rubbed my back, and Rocco helped me sit.

“You should go to the hospital,” Rocco said.

I held up my wrist, where the medic alert bracelet dangled. “Not my first rodeo.”